I’m Still Learning to Live Slowing, and That’s Okay
I didn’t wake up one day and decide to try to live slower.
It happened out of necessity.
Between full days, family responsibilities, and the constant pull to do more, I started noticing how tired I felt—not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. The pace I was keeping wasn’t sustainable, even if it looked “normal” or “productive” from the outside.
So I started slowing down. Not perfectly. Not all at once. Just enough to breathe again.
1. Slowing Down Meant Letting Go of the Rush
I used to rush through everything, even the good parts. I still struggle this, since we’re being honest.
Meals. Evenings. Weekends.
Always moving on to the next thing.
Learning to live slower meant allowing moments to linger. Sitting longer. Saying no more often (this is biggie). Realizing that not everything needs to be maximized or optimized.
Some things are meant to be felt, not rushed.
2. Slower Living Looks Different in This Season
Living slower doesn’t mean my days are quiet or empty. That’s impossible, especially as a mom. It means I’m more intentional with the moments we do have.
It looks like choosing fewer plans.
It looks like earlier nights at home.
It looks like valuing presence over productivity.
This season doesn’t require perfection. It requires gentleness.
3. I’m Unlearning the Idea That Busy Equals Successful
For a long time, I believed that being busy meant I was doing life “right.”
But slowing down showed me something different: peace doesn’t come from doing more, it comes from doing less with intention.
I’m learning that rest, margin, and quiet moments aren’t signs of laziness. They’re signs of wisdom.
4. Slower Living Helped Me Notice the Small Things Again
When I stopped rushing, I started noticing more.
The way the house feels at night when the lights are low.
The comfort of familiar routines.
The calm that comes from being exactly where I am.
Slowing down didn’t make my world smaller. In fact, it made it richer.
5. I’m Still Learning—and That’s Okay
Some days I slip back into old habits. Some seasons we are filled to the brim with school and community activities.
Some days are louder and busier than I’d like. And that’s okay.
But I’m learning that slower living isn’t a destination, it’s a practice. One I return to again and again, without guilt.
Learning to live slower doesn’t mean opting out of life. It means choosing how you show up for it.
If you’re craving more calm, more presence, and more room to breathe, you’re not behind the curve. You’re becoming more aware.
And that’s a beautiful place to be.
